Wandering steps, obedient to high thoughts.
Awful ruins of the days of old.
Progeny enslaved to all its authors' flaws.
Are we but warped extensions?
We have the power to begin again, untarnished world at hand.
Recognize the open horizon, a consciousness that reaches all.
We have opened the secret passage into the dream that never ends, a new reality of our own creation, an empire without end.
Released from guilt, released from pain, released from love, released from trust: We are anointed in the sacred power; we are enshrined in ourselves.
